Slowly.

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Slowly,
slowly but surely
I can feel myself dying.
Slowly,
slowly but surely
I can feel myself drifting.
Slowly,
I can feel myself loosing all motivation.
Slowly,
I will stop eating.
Slowly,
I will stop coming out of my room.
Slowly,
the blood will fall down my wrist and out my thighs.
Slowly,
The pills will fall from out of the bottle in to my hand.
Slowly,
I see my life in a slideshow of flash backs.
Slowly,
My eyes will close and I am now at ease.
-j.h

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